All Chapters of The Lord Of Chaos: A Forced Marriage: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alfonso cast a careful glance around, scanning every corner of the café. The movement was subtle but calculated, as if gauging the distance between curious eyes and prying ears.“So, who’s the figlio di puttana who tried to kill my daughter?” Alfonso asked, his voice low as his fingers grazed the menu on the table. “That wasn’t our deal,” he added, without a trace of genuine concern for her well-being.“I honestly don’t know,” Fabrizio replied, bringing his espresso to his lips. “I heard about it from Tommaso, and so far, the theory is a domestic accident,” he said, setting the cup back on its saucer unhurriedly. “You really think it was an attack?”“Well, we tried to blow up that bastard figlio di puttana with his car,” Alfonso said, a sadistic smile spreading across his lips. “Who’s to say someone else didn’t have the same idea?”“In that case, we need to align with the other Dons,” Fabrizio said, lowering his voice even further. “If another hand was in this game, it means someone m

Vittoria sat up abruptly, her heart racing. She didn’t need to check the screen to recognize that voice.It was her childhood friend, the one who’d always been by her side, but they hadn’t spoken since her failed attempt to escape.The realization hit her instantly, revealing how isolated she’d become from the world and everything that once defined her life.“Bianca,” Vittoria murmured, finally shaking off the shock that had gripped her for a moment. “We’ll always be friends—why the drama?” she teased, aware it had been days since she last talked to her friend.“You say that now, but you haven’t reached out since your little escape attempt,” Bianca replied. “Good thing that brat of a brother of yours kept me in the loop.”“I’m sorry, Bia,” Vittoria murmured, feeling the weight of reality settle over her again. “Things just haven’t given me a break.”“Oh, spare me the drama,” Bianca chided, her tone almost playful. “What I want to know is, what happened to all that ‘I hate this man’ en

Vittoria continued stroking Vincenzo’s hair, and before she realized it, the second movie was already ending.Her legs began to protest under his weight, and she shifted slowly, trying not to wake him.“The movie was great,” Vincenzo murmured, eyes still closed, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. “Especially the part where I slept in your lap.”Vittoria let out a soft laugh and leaned down, brushing her lips against him in a sweet kiss, as if it were just another way to show how much she loved him.“Just our usual routine,” Vittoria murmured against his lips, her smile blending into the kiss.“And that’s undoubtedly the routine I never want to lose, bella,” Vincenzo whispered, slowly opening his eyes.“How about another movie?” Vittoria suggested, breathless, as she ran her fingers through his hair.Vincenzo gave a faint smile, lifting his arm to glance quickly at the time on his wristwatch.“Here I thought today would be a day without meetings, Don,” she teased softly, a sweet s

Vincenzo heard muffled noises from the apartment: hurried footsteps, furniture being dragged, perhaps a door slammed shut quickly.He clenched his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and fought the urge to break everything down at once.The door creaked open slowly, revealing Henri.His cold eyes met Vincenzo’s with defiance, as if every fiber of his being was determined to block him from crossing that threshold.“What the hell are you doing here, Vincenzo?” Henri demanded, his voice laced with irritation, forcing firmness though his eyes betrayed uneasy.“Saving myself the trouble of picking flowers for your funeral,” Vincenzo replied, a wicked smile ghosting his lips. “And trust me, Henri, I hate wasting time on trivial details.”Ignoring the barrier his brother tried to impose, Vincenzo strode into the apartment, the clash of their shoulders marking the confrontation between them.“Good night, was it? Shame the morning’s already looking like a disaster,” Vincenzo remarked, just as Henri

Upon returning to the hotel, Vincenzo swiped the keycard, pushed the door open, and stepped into the suite silently, catching the scent of soap mingled with the steam drifting from the slightly ajar bathroom door.Vittoria emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair, her skin still damps, marked by tiny droplets that trailed down her collarbone before disappearing beneath the fabric.“You save me from the worst of myself just by showing up like this,” Vincenzo said, not hiding his desire as his gaze roamed her body.Vittoria smiled instantly, her eyes soft and yielding, as if his every word could unravel any resistance.He approached her slowly, as if savoring each second of the moment, wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, and pulled her against his body, feeling the warmth still radiating from her damp skin.The towel gave way under his touch, slipping slowly to reveal curves that made him bite his lip with unrestrained desire.“You pro